I’m currently about 25% of the way through Jennifer Donnelly’s book, The Wild Rose. It’s the third book in a trilogy. I discovered the first book, The Tea Rose, a few years ago when I was looking for something to read on a road trip to visit Jason’s sister and brother-in-law. It was a wonderful book. It’s historical fiction. That’s not usually the type of book I would choose for myself, but the characters in this book were wonderful. I found myself practically addicted to reading it. When it was over, I was really disappointed to be done. Fortunately, I found the next book in the trilogy, The Winter Rose. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as breathtaking as the first book. It was good, but I wouldn’t describe it as wonderful or amazing.
Then, I waited. And I waited. I waited some more. Finally, the third book in the trilogy was released. It came out in August of this year. You may be wondering WHY in the world I have not finished this book if I waited so impatiently for it for so long. Well, the reason is that I’m worried it won’t be as good as I want it to be. I would love for it to be as good as or better than the first book. I read on a regular basis, and I used to be a voracious reader. It’s rare to have the feeling of satisfaction and enjoyment that I had after reading The Tea Rose. Those books are few and far between.
When The Wild Rose arrived, instead of jumping in to it, I bought the first two books, too. Then, I spent a couple weeks reading through both of them to refresh my memory of the books and the characters in them. When it was time to start The Wild Rose, I just couldn’t do it. Finally, I decided to just jump in and get started. So, like I said, I’m about 25% of the way through The Wild Rose, and so far it’s nice. It’s fine. It’s good, but it’s not The Tea Rose, and it’s hard for me to let go of my expectations.